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Oh! Death, what moves beyond thee? Fears and Hopes,
Dread and Confusion, Envy and Disease,
Sleeping and waking Lusts, War-moving Pride,
Windy Ambition, and slow Avarice,
Slay in thy path; within thy Sepulchre
Mould Dead Men's Bones, feed worms, rust Epitaphs,
Sleep brainless Skulls in blest Vacuity!
But what comes then? O for a Seraph's Eye
That, piercing thro' the Mask of Mortal Things,